Tasting Trumpets: Seeing Sounds
The other night, after a comedy show, I found myself locked in conversation, explaining something I’d always just assumed was universal—numbers and letters have personalities. One is masculine, two is feminine, five is basically Angelica from Rugrats. It wasn’t until much later, after a whirlwind of life experiences and an ADHD diagnosis, that I realized my brain wasn’t quite following the standard blueprint. Learning the name for my experience—synesthesia—didn't just validate it, it made me make more sense.
